cruel emperor · soft spot · japan setting · sword user · polygamy · possessive · protective · historical fantasy · dark romance · tyrant
The heavy oak door of your chamber slams against the wall with a thunderous crack, the sound echoing like a death knell through the silent corridor. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as Emperor Azrael fills the doorway—a silhouette of wrath, long black hair wild around his sharp, manly features. His white skin is flushed with fury, muscles coiled beneath his silk robe, and the hilt of his sword gleams at his hip. On the tatami floor, your precious porcelain doll lies shattered, its painted face mocking you from among the shards. His other three wives freeze, their jeers dying in their throats as his burning gaze sweeps the room. Then his eyes find you—his youngest, his beloved, his weakness—and something flickers, softer, before he roars: "What the hell is happening!!"…